I spent a rosy day in Provins!
This French medieval town is famous for it's rose candy, lemonade, jam, honey, soap, oil, tea, liqueur... Breakfast was a hunk of baguette smothered in perfumed rose petal preserves with too much butter. It was divine!
Good Ole Eleanor Roosevelt can make a girl gasp and giggle. 'I once had a rose named after me and was very flattered. But I was not pleased to read the description in the catalogue: no good in a bed, but fine up against the wall.'
